coming, or what?” Ethan asked, reaching down and
letting his fingers curl around the base of his shaft. That sight
destroyed Jamie's self control, like cracking glass that finally
shattered at the lightest touch. What could Jamie do except listen
to the man?
He stripped out of his dirty clothes again
as he walked over to the bed, and then carefully put his knee up
onto the mattress before he climbed in next to Ethan.
****
Ethan immediately felt warmer the second
Jamie stretched out next to him. Both of them naked, skin touching
as Jamie got down on his stomach and looked up at him with that
wide-eyed innocent expression, as if waiting for him to do
something.
And fuck, Ethan was almost a hundred percent
sure that Jamie had put himself in that position on purpose. The
way it exposed the flesh of his back, how his spine dipped when he
propped himself up on his elbows, and then there was the swell of
the globes of his ass.
No tan lines anywhere on him. Ethan still
couldn’t figure out how he did that.
Jamie’s hair was still wet from the shower.
He pulled himself up to sit down next to Ethan, sitting up against
the headboard and pillows, stretching his legs out beside
Ethan's.
Ethan was overcome with the need to touch
and taste.
It they were really going to part ways
tomorrow, he might as well give them what they both wanted right
now.
Jamie was sitting right next to him, their
elbows were touching, but the man was hardly moving at all. It was
like sitting next to a nervous virgin or something, and that was
the last thing Jamie was.
Maybe he’d read this wrong.
"If you really don't want to do this,
there's no pressure," Ethan said.
"I want to," Jamie said, but then looked
about as unsure as ever. "It's just..."
"Just what?" Ethan asked.
He reached over and touched Jamie's chin. He
had to touch him somewhere, the shoulder to shoulder thing wasn't
cutting it for him.
Jamie's chin was as smooth as ever. He
couldn’t grow a beard to save his life, and his eyes got a lot
bigger when Ethan touched him.
"Nothing," Jamie said, shaking his head, and
he pushed himself up onto his knees and pressed his pink lips to
Ethan's mouth.
That was what he wanted. Ethan closed his eyes and moaned
immediately, though they quickly shot back open again, stunned when
Jamie took the initiative and thrust his slick tongue into Ethan's
mouth. The man licked him deep, practically claiming him. Ethan
loved it.
“ Mmmm ,” Jamie said, a soft sighing noise when Ethan pushed his
tongue back, both sliding against each other now. That noise
vibrated in Ethan’s mouth, causing a ripple effect that sent
shivers down his throat, shoulders, spine, arms and legs, ending
with multiple hard throbbing sensations through his cock. He never
wanted to push himself inside of Jamie before the way he did right
now.
Ethan needed more. His body was burning, it
was buzzing. So much so that he had to break the kiss and look down
at Jamie's hands just to make sure the man wasn't accidentally
shocking him.
Nothing. No tiny volts of lightning shot out
from his fingertips this time.
"What's wrong?" Jamie asked.
God , his breathless voice, and from that one kiss alone, was
pure sex. It wasn’t just Ethan’s cock this time. His entire body
throbbed.
"Nothing, come here," Ethan said, putting
his hand on the back of Jamie's head and yanking his face forward
for another kiss. Their lips were moist and immediately opening for
each other. Ethan took the opportunity to slide his tongue against
Jamie’s, taking charge this time and showing the man how hardball
was really played.
More of those sweet, helpless noises came
from Jamie’s throat, and his fingertips were damn near bruising as
he latched onto Ethan’s shoulders and gripped him tight.
The strands of his hair were still damp as
Ethan gripped them, holding the man in place, keeping his mouth
right where Ethan needed it to be for him to plunder.
It fucking killed him that he was going to
have to let
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